love poems
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I used to be a poet Until I fell in love I used to be a poet And dream about putting you into haikus Singing sonnets about your smiles Iambic pentameter about your interactive love and rhymes I used to be a poet And use the colors of the rainbow to describe you Your skin
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He made me return to writing poetry. When we talked, it wasn’t violins that played, but sonnets that whispered on his lips. I could feel the letters moving in my heart, not yet taking shape but there, waiting to be released. He had been everything I asked for. And yet… We were here. Letters, locked.
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I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was on the horizon. I couldn’t understand why I felt the need to remember. To go back and reread old emails, notes, letters from formers. To remember his smile, the way he laughed and his voice which to this day still makes me shiver remembering how he
Wandering & Wondering 